I've entered the mom-dating world. I go to the neighborhood park like a pub in my twenties; on the prowl to find that one mom who just clicks. Or even better find that one group of moms that likes me as much as I like them.
She said that her daughter was perfect the way she was. I remember at that time thinking, 'How could you not want your daughter healed?' Every Christian molecule in my being was screaming "God can fix this! Just let Him fix this!"
This week we received the diagnosis that our oldest daughter, Tennessee has Moderate Autism. We have been walking through this process since last October. I was hesitant to blog about this. To be honest I'm still processing what this means to me, my daughter and our family.
It is entirely possible to portray an element of the human condition without teaching on it. It's called art. It doesn't say it's right or wrong, it says that it "is". This is the exact reason the Christian movies are so cheesy and awkward... it's because they force an idealistic and manufactured story line that only makes sense to Christians themselves and doesn't fit into the real world.